Nostalgia
The torn petals,
Between the old romantic classics,
The ones you water with your tears,
And they flower into sweet dreams and lazy mornings.
The painting at the bottom of your box of memories,
Colours smudged with dust and the smell of old,
The one that fills your eyes with rainbows,
The mud beneath your sneakers,
When you ran into lost directions,
And danced with chipmunks,
That's me.
I miss you too.
-nostalgia -
Elliepoet™
Copyright © Elvis Wanjohi | Year Posted 2018
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